The Distant Garden

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Thorne. The voice came from the high gallery, a dry crack like a branch snapping underfoot, and Elias Thorne looked up from the bolt of cloth that lay spread across the iron table, his needle hovering in the air, the thread taut and trembling. Lord Vane stood there, a figure of grey wool and hollow cheeks, his eyes fixed on the fabric with a hunger that had nothing to do with fashion. Elias...

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